Both of my parents have blue eyes, and so it follows that my brother and I have inherited the trait. My maternal grandfather, Malcolm (yes, the same Malcolm who appears in the books), and my maternal grandmother, Eileen (you guessed it, same Eileen), also had beautiful blue eyes. Going back further, so did my great-grandfather … Continue reading Those Big Blue Eyes
How It All Began . . .
I didn’t purposely set out to be a writer, though I’ve always written. From the time I was a little girl, I used to keep little spiral notebooks full of poetry I’d write as gifts for my parents and for my brother for every holiday and for their birthdays. My mother kept them, so I … Continue reading How It All Began . . .